The Allure of Magic (Cordon Salbar)

[Myst]

Delbert inhales with you, closes his eyes and smiles in bliss before continuing to ready you. His gaze is affectionate and proud, like a father looking over his cherished son. And indeed, while your father was often preoccupied with building your family fortune, Delbert was always there to fill the role. He gives a small, refined wave with his gloved hand, almost like the queen waving to her subjects, before closing the door behind you.

The plump woman is just stepping into her room when you exclaim that she may have dropped something. “How clumsy of me!” She glances towards you for a moment with a smile that crinkles the corners of her kind grey eyes before getting to her knees and then pressing her face to the ground to inspect beneath the shelf. You are thrilled to see that the position has forced her butt in the air, affording you a great view of her curvaceous form. As her hands begin to reach under the shelf, awkwardly rummaging around, you take note of her blond hair cut just below her ears - perhaps not the most flattering of shapes for her round face.

“Oh dear. I don't see it,” she frets, before you respond. As you walk into the room, she stands and brushes dust off her ill-fitting beige dress and you notice the delicious smell of baked goods. You glace around the room and, now that you have a better view, you can see that, though the room is full of expensive fabrics and crystal, it clashes. The walls are a light blue while the furniture is beige and subtly patterned with flowers. Expensive velvet and too many patterned throw pillows are strewn across the couch and surrounding chairs. The crystal chandelier that hangs in the centre of the room seems out of place and is too high.

You settle on creating the illusion of a crystal clear flower to 'compliment' the room. It reflects the light like a glistening diamond as you hand it to the woman. Her hand goes to her chest and you hear her sharp intake of breath as you flirt. “My, but you are a charmer,” she exclaims appreciatively inspecting your work. As you extend your hand to take hers, you can see her glance towards your novice ring and a quick look of surprise crosses her face before she is able to suppress it. She allows you to take her hand to accept your kiss, and a smile crosses her round face, again crinkling the edges of her eyes.

“I am Mary Walker. An absolute pleasure to meet you Cordon,” she says. Is she batting her eyelashes at you? “Why don't you come in so we can get to know one another better? I just finished making some fresh bread.” This one again draws your attention to the smell of baked goods and, despite having eaten, your mouth waters.

[DM-Delfon]

'She will be the most attractive woman I've bedded to date in Clifton, but to be fair I've not taken a woman to bed since I got to Clifton.' Cordon smiles at her offer, "I'd be delighted to make your acquaintance, but..." He trails off here, about to give a random excuse when the thought hits him, 'Tubrose extract is used as an expensive perfume by the nobility around the empire, she looks like she has some coin to throw around.' "Alas, I'm drawn away to collect a reagent for a project I'm working on. Tubrose extract, perhaps you've heard of it?" Cordon smiles, like an idea has just dawned on him. Stepping in very close, and taking her hands in both of his, he whispers, "Unless of course you have an ounce or so that you would be willing to part with?" Cordon extends one foot behind himself, gently nudging the door closed behind them with a soft click. "If you do, then I would have enough time to stay and sample your buns." Cordon throws out one of his best winks, just to sweeten the deal. Besides, it's always good to have a pillow friend that can cook...

[Myst]

Mary's smile grows and she gently squeezes your hands which still hold hers. “I think I have some left, though certainly not an ounce worth.” Then she leans down towards you and her loose dress hangs off of her breasts, affording you an excellent view down her front. There is something alluring about her round stomach and ample bosom. She quietly adds, “it's just in the bedroom...” Her breath on your face smells like fresh bread. Then she straightens, lets go of your hand, and crosses the room towards a door on the left side of the room, your crystal flower still in her hand.

[DM-Delfon]

Cordon lets his gaze fall into the valley of her presented cleavage. A leering smile crosses his face, which he doesn’t bother to hide. “Every little bit helps I suppose. Take me in your bedroom. I mean take me to your bedroom.” He smirks, dropping another wink if she glances back at him. That was not a slip of the tongue, but a calculated insinuation.

Assuming that things go the way that Cordon wants, Cordon collects bis clothing afterward. “That was an excellent way to spend an afternoon M’lady. I have a few ideas that we can try next time, assuming you will have me that is?” Cordon intones it like a question, but is confident enough in his prowess to already know the answer.

[Myst]

Laying beside you in bed, Mary turns over to face you, one weathered hand holding up gold silken sheets to cover her naked bosom and her other hand propping her head up so she can make eye contact. “I couldn't agree more, dear.” Once again the corners of her eyes crinkle as she smiles.

“Now, how about that fresh bread?” she says in a motherly voice as she sits up, tucking the corners of the sheet around her chest to create a makeshift dress and flattening her blond bob quickly. As she stands, you note that the sheet is more flattering on her than her original dress, which still lays strewn on the floor with a rip through it from your mutual exuberance. “My thesis is on magically manipulating weather patterns and the effect on agricultural products,” she says over her shoulder as she makes her way to the living room, her generous hips swaying with each step. “My family resides over a farming town, so you can see how that might be helpful. Anyway,” she raises her voice so she can be heard as she putters around in the adjoining room. Over the sound of clacking of dishes she continues, “I've been playing around with growing wheat in different conditions – more water, less water, more sun, more humidity – and I've found a combination of different wheats grown in different conditions, all baked together, make for a delectable bread.” She returns with a sturdy blue tray complete with frilly doily which she lays on the bed before you. A selection of various breads, already jammed and buttered, is piled high. The smell makes your mouth water, despite having just eaten an hour ago.

[DM-Delfon]

Cordon stretches out, extending his arms straight out above his head and pointing his toes. He holds this for a few seconds, before taking a deep breath. Sitting up, not bothering to cover his nakedness Cordon brushes the back of his fingers across her face. He trails that contact down her neck, and across the swell of her breast. He keeps trailing the gentle contact down the curve of her belly, and right on down to her toes. Once there he turns his face back to hers, “That sounds delicious my dear.”

As he watches her walk off toward the kitchen, he adds, “You should get a dress made that hangs off of you like that sheet does. It is quite...” He pauses for effect, “Alluring.” If she glances back, she would see him looking at her with lustful hunger. He doesn’t try to hide it in the slightest, reveling in it as much as his nakedness.

“I imagine that farmers across the empire would benefit from your research. Perhaps one day we will all consume food produced by your research.” Cordon gathers his clothing while she is preparing the food, calling out much like she did, “I have not yet begun my thesis. To be fair, I haven’t even decided which school I will specialize in.” As she enters the room he once again traces her form with his eyes,

“That looks so good, I don’t even know where to begin.” He points to one near the top of the stack, “What can you tell me about this one?” He eats a few pieces before his stomach begins to protest, with each one he gets Mary to tell him about the details of the bread and the spreads used.

Leaning in Cordon kisses her again, with enough gusto to steal ones breath. “I’m afraid I must part with your company my dear Mary. I still have to fetch those materials before things close for the night.”