forum "This was NOT how I thought this day was going to go." (Closed)

Started December 26, 2022 by @emilyevewrites group

tune

“If you’re sure,”Ōn’nyosh replied with a playful grin.

Maelan chuckled at Farah’s comment. Ōn’nyosh snickered.

At Farah’s question, Ōn’nyosh turned and immediately noticed the empty glass. A grin appeared on his lips.

“Nice to know that I’ve finally found a woman that doesn’t mind actual whiskey. Though, now I’m curious if you’ll be able to keep up with me. It takes a while for me to get truly drunk,”Ōn’nyosh commented.

He then lifted his glass in a toast to Farah, before downing it in one gulp. The burn didn’t faze him at all. The moment he set down the glass, Maelan filled it. The bartender then turned to Farah, holding the whiskey bottle up in a silent offer for more in her glass.

Farah inclined her head toward him and arched an eyebrow. "Very." She hummed in return to Ōn'nyosh's comments as his eyes noted her empty glass, but she said nothing else.

A small smirk lifted the corner of her lips as he raised his glass to her before drinking its contents. She lifted her own hand to cover her mouth and wipe her expression back to neutral before Ōn'nyosh could notice.

Once the bartender turned to her, Farah heard Ōn'nyosh address him as Maelan, she slid her glass forward. "I'll be offended if you don't," she quipped lightly.

Ōn’nyosh chuckled at her reply.

He noticed her hand as he drank, but he wasn’t sure of the significance in the movement. Was she just wiping her face? Or was she hiding a smile? The latter was a very appealing thought. He still wasn’t sure though.

Maelan chuckled at her quip, dutifully pouring some more whiskey into her glass.

“You seem like you’ll get along just fine with Ōn’nyosh,”Maelan remarked in amusement.

“Particularly with that gorgeous mind of hers,”Ōn’nyosh immediately commented, looking over at Farah with a sly gaze.

Maelan seemed a bit confused, then shook his head.

“I don’t want to know,”he said.

Ōn’nyosh grinned mischievously at Maelan’s words, but his eyes never left Farah.

Farah shook her head with a wry smile at Maelan's words. But her eyes quickly widened at Ōn'nyosh's comment, along with the way he looked at her. The fairy quickly took her second shot of whiskey as a blush rose on her cheeks. The sound that was made as she set her glass back down on the counter was louder than she thought it would be.

"No, you don't," she remarked, feeling the jester's gaze remaining on her. It only made her cheeks glow brighter, and she didn't give him the satisfaction of looking back at him. "Better just pour another shot instead."

(Is it me, or did this post become really random, lol?)

---

Ōn’nyosh’s grin grew at her reaction and he continued to watch her. He then snickered at her words.

Oh, I want to know. I want to know so much more.

He wasn’t sure if Farah would necessarily hear his thought, but it was aimed at her. Though, he was torn away from his intense staring by Maelan’s amused voice.

“Not many can keep you away from a glass of whiskey, Traveler.”

Ōn’nyosh blinked at Maelan. The bartender had just finished pouring Farah another shot of whiskey.

“There have been many others that have affected me like this,”Ōn’nyosh commented.

Maelan looked at Ōn’nyosh and snorted.

“Bullshit.”

Ōn’nyosh stared, then cleared his throat before straightening and looking directly at Maelan.

“I’ll have you know…”

“Don’t start with that line, Ōn’nyosh. I’ve seen plenty of the women you hang out with, and I really don’t want any stories. Just admit that you really like her, and we’ll keep it at that,”Maelan said.

Ōn’nyosh sighed with feigned indignation.

“Must I?”

“Yes. If you admit it, I won’t make any more comments on how much you like her,”Maelan answered with an amused grin.

“Oh, alright. Yes, yes, I really, really like her,”Ōn’nyosh said with another feigned sigh.

“Good. Now, drink your whiskey and go to your room,”Maelan said.

Ōn’nyosh stared in utter bewilderment for a moment, then burst into laughter. Maelan just shook his head, smiling.

(Lol 😂)

Farah heard Ōn'nyosh's snicker at her remark. After a second, she could feel broken words connecting together in her mind. It was an odd feeling, but it would occasionally happen if someone had a powerful thought about her. The fairy's magic would pick it up and allow her to hear it. And upon hearing Ōn'nyosh's, she tilted her head slightly away. When had she ever blushed this much before in her life? Never.

She reached for her next shot as her companion and Maelan exchanged conversation. With a quick whip of her head, the liquid in her glass was gone yet again. And her much-hated blush deepened at the pair's words about her. "You're speaking of me like I'm somewhere else," she muttered, tracing her finger around the rim of her glass slowly.

Her eyes lifted to look over at the cunning jester beside her. The alcohol was beginning to settle in, taking over her words with a silky effect. "And… I know it's not a contest, but if it was…"

Farah paused a moment to look from her glass, which was empty yet again, to his. It was still full, his second shot patiently waiting at his fingertips. She'd already downed three shots while Ōn'nyosh had been so distracted by her that he'd only taken one.

"I'd be winning," she purred, finishing her line of thought and casually reaching over to slip her hand onto his thigh.

On’nyosh’s grin widened when she turned away. She’d heard his thought. And, she was desperately trying to hide her blush. Her modesty had returned for the moment.

Maelan turned at her comment, then shot a quick glare at Ōn’nyosh.

“I apologize. Ōn’nyosh has yet to introduce you, so I don’t know your name,”Maelan said.

“I am under no obligation to introduce you to every woman I hang out with. Besides, you never asked,”Ōn’nyosh immediately retorted with a chuckle.

Maelan rolled his eyes,”Alright, smartass.”

Ōn’nyosh chuckled, then turned back to Farah when she started to speak. He could tell the whiskey was starting to kick in for her. Though, the moment she said ‘contest’, he immediately realized that she was indeed ahead of him. Fuck.

Her tone caught his attention, but he didn’t really react until she touched his thigh. Then, the intensity of his eyes increased considerably, and he noticeably rubbed his cheeks, as if trying to convince his scales to stay green. Despite his efforts, a faint red tinge appeared on his cheeks.

“I may have to catch up to you upstairs,”Ōn’nyosh said with a chuckle.

He quickly gulped down his glass of whiskey. Then, he reached down and squeezed her hand. He hesitated to move afterward.

The fairy rolled her eyes a bit at Ōn'nyosh's retort to Maelan's apology. "Farah," she supplied, casting a brief side-eye glance at the jester.

She casually nudged her glass towards Maelan again, silently urging him to fill it again. "Good luck with that," she remarked, watching the redness appear on his cheeks and the way he quickly took his second shot. Her hand on his thigh stayed where it was, stilled by his squeeze, but her fingertips began to move in small circles, just to keep the fairy… satisfied with her progress.

Farah's eyes flitted back to Maelan. "Does he really have a room here that's just his?" she asked, thoughtlessly digging her fingertips into Ōn'nyosh's hopefully sensitive inner thighs.

“Farah, nice to meet you. And, I’m, obviously, Maelan. Or, if you want my full name, Maelan Vi’sheen, owner of this grand tavern, and occasional bartender when I want to be. It’s also probably a good thing I’m here today, or Ōn’nyosh would’ve likely scared off the kid who’s usually here,”Maelan said with a polite nod.

“That guy can’t take a joke for shit, so that’s his problem,”Ōn’nyosh commented.

Maelan snorted and shook his head. He then refilled Farah’s glass when she nudged it. Afterward, he glanced at Ōn’nyosh, curious if he wanted a refill. Though, he was left wondering, because the jester had turned his head downward, hiding his face under the wide brim of his hat. Maelan shrugged.

Meanwhile, Ōn’nyosh’s cheeks had fully changed to red as Farah drew little circles on his thigh. He repeatedly licked his lips, trying to avoid making any sounds. Though, he quickly covered his lips with his fingers to block a gasp as her fingers dug into him. His neck and temples quickly turned red.

“Yes. Even though the rooms upstairs are paid daily, Ōn’nyosh pays for a year at a time. So, I make sure nobody messes with it when he’s not here, and when Ōn’nyosh is here, he has a room ready for him whenever he wants to stay,”Maelan explained with a nonchalant shrug.

He then glanced at Ōn’nyosh, an eyebrow raising.

“You alright there?”Maelan asked.

“Mhm.”

Maelan looked at Farah, then noticed the angle of her arm, realizing that Ōn’nyosh’s odd actions were caused by Farah. He chuckled and shook his head.

"Likewise," Farah replied politely. She laughed slightly at Maelan's words and Ōn'nyosh's comment. "I suppose that is a good thing then," she cooed. Her eyes also picked up on Ōn'nyosh's sudden shyness, but unlike Maelan, she was well aware of the reason from the start.

She noted the changes in his feelings as she began to make her touch bit by bit more erotic. And when she dug her fingers in, his reaction was very pleasing.

Her eyes flickered back to Maelan as he spoke, and she nodded. "Interesting," she remarked. Farah watched as he looked between Ōn'nyosh and her, and she smiled innocently at his chuckle once he figured out what was happening.

"So if one were to inquire about which room belongs to Ōn'nyosh," Farah murmured, relenting slightly on her grip before digging her fingers into the jester's sensitive skin again without changing her expression, "what would you say to them?"

Maelan laughed a bit at Farah’s innocent smile, shaking his head. He turned back to Farah when she questioned him, then glanced at Ōn’nyosh just in time to see him flinch.

“Well, one of two things. Either look for Room Eight, and the eight has a hat drawn above it. Or, just wait until the jester runs off to his private sanctum,”Maelan said in amusement.

Ōn’nyosh, who was trying and somewhat failing to keep his breathing calm, and to hide how red his lips were becoming, rolled his eyes at Maelan’s second suggestion. It was true though. If Farah kept teasing him, he’d have no choice but to flee to his room, else he would… do something very stupid in a very public place.

“No comment, Ōn’nyosh? That’s new,”Maelan asked, amused.

Ōn’nyosh’s eyes narrowed, then he took a deep breath and moved his fingers so he could speak.

“Fuck off, Maelan.”

“And, the jester speaks! Okay, one more question, then I’ll leave you be. Does she have claws?”Maelan asked.

“I wish.”

Ōn’nyosh’s eyes widened at his outburst, and he covered his face with a hand, shaking his head. Maelan chuckled, looking at Farah.

“Whether you have actual claws or not, you’ve got him hooked deep. I congratulate you. Usually, it’s the other way around by the time he goes upstairs,”the bartender said, snickering.

“Damn you, Maelan!”Ōn’nyosh muttered, his breathlessness a bit more obvious now.

Maelan chuckled again,”Good luck, Farah. He’s a handful in any situation.”

Maelan then grabbed Ōn’nyosh’s empty glass and moved a bit away to clean it.

Farah also noticed the flinch, and her smile grew a bit. Subtly, but it did.

Room Eight. She very quickly committed it to memory. Not that it was difficult to, but she wanted to be absolutely sure she had the right room. Ideas were already forming in her mind. Wicked ideas.

“Thank you very much,” Farah replied simply. She glanced over at Ōn’nyosh as Maelan addressed him and quickly noticed how red his lips were. Lovely…

She snickered under her breath at Maelan’s question. Claws? Though it did make the fairy wonder what other woman Ōn’nyosh was around that did have claws. The jester’s remark sparked off a bit of insecurity in Farah, and it showed on her face for only a mere second before vanishing. But surely no one noticed because Farah quickly covered it with a tease.

“See, you can be somewhat modest,” she purred lightly. “Or at least shy.”

Her brown eyes turned back to Maelan as he addressed her once more. “That’s very good to know. Thank you again,” she remarked. “Though I think I’m aware of what I’m getting into.”

Once Maelan was out of earshot, Farah leaned close and whispered directly into the jester’s ear. The motion had three reasons: to be as seductive as possible while speaking to him, so her words would be plainly clear, and so no one would overhear her.

“I’ll say this all only once. I’m impressed that you stayed as quiet as you did. Though you’ve also given away more than I thought you would. Take your time coming upstairs so that I can be naked when you get there. And keep in mind, I’m still two drinks ahead of you.”

When she finished, Farah kissed his ear slowly while also groping just a bit higher up his thigh. But it was all she allowed herself before stepping away and striding towards the rooms to find Room Eight. The one with the hat.

She arrived quickly and slipped through the door with ease, shutting it soundly behind her.

“You’re welcome,”Maelan replied with a chuckle.

When Farah’s expression changed, Ōn’nyosh was utterly oblivious. He was too focused on hiding his own expression to really pay attention to hers. Though, if Maelan noticed, he didn’t show it.

Then, when she teased him, Ōn’nyosh finally glanced at her.

“I’m not sure that you have context on my color change,”Ōn’nyosh mentioned.

“I wish I didn’t,”Maelan commented.

“That’s what you get for walking in on me that one time, you fucking idiot,”Ōn’nyosh immediately replied.

“Well, if you would’ve locked your damned door…”

“Fuck off, Maelan.”

The bartender laughed. Maelan then nodded at Farah, chuckling some more.

When Farah leaned close, Ōn’nyosh watched her through the corners of his eyes. As she whispered in his ear, he fought to suppress a loud moan and obvious shiver. His eyes also lit up with curiosity when she mentioned that he’d given away more than she’d thought. Like what? He wanted to know what he’d given away. Though, her reminder on the drinks made him stick his tongue out at her.

A long, loud moan nearly escaped him at her seductive touches. Then, she left. Damn it! He had greatly underestimated how alluring Farah could be when she wanted to, and now she was driving him absolutely crazy with just a few touches. Fuck. How could he have been such an idiot to underestimate her, a woman of immense self discipline? They were always the fun ones.

Ōn’nyosh shook his head, pushing aside those thoughts. He then noticed Maelan nearby.

“She left first? Damn, Ōn’nyosh. You’re slow today,”the bartender commented.

“Fuck off, Maelan. I haven’t slowed. I’ve apparently found a really, really sly fox this time.”

“Ah, one of those. Well, enjoy. No stories afterward. I like Farah as the woman sitting next to you, not on you,”Maelan said.

Ōn’nyosh snorted, laughing.

“Alright, Maelan. I get it.”

Ōn’nyosh then stood and headed upstairs, still trying to hide his face. He took his time walking down the hall. Thankfully, there was no activity in the hall. It gave him the ability to take his hat off.

Then, when he reached his door, he paused, taking a deep breath to calm the frenzied energy waiting to escape. It didn’t calm him down much, but it was something. Afterward, he knocked lightly, then opened the door and stepped inside.