Making the Slaaneshi Squirm.

Athras always was one to try new things, though fucking a Slaaneshi had never even occurred to her in the 400 plus years she'd been alive. Hell, she didn't even know what a Slaaneshi was until a matter of months ago, when she met one, and had been trying to weasel her way into the woman's pants ever since. Unsuccessfully, of course. Athras was usually lucky when it came to the art of flirting, but this woman was seemingly indifferent to her efforts.

The woman in question, Victoria, was sitting with Athras by the party's cart, staring out mindlessly at the forest, waiting for their useless barbarian Goliath companion to wake up. Their human Paladin companion, Arthur, was somewhere out in the forest, guarding them from whatever he had apparently heard. Nevertheless, the two women were alone, and Athras considered this her time to make a move.

"From what I've read, Slaaneshis are renowned for their tendency to engage in... erotic sex, if you will. Are you the exception?" Athras raised an eyebrow, watching the woman. Victoria was beautiful, even so that Athras found herself gradually developing... feelings towards her, to the point that Athras was willing to do whatever it took to keep her from death. And she did just that; shortly after Victoria was killed by an unknown assailant, one that Athras was still attempting to track, Athras and her Goliath companion, Pumal, had journeyed almost to the other side of the country to locate a flower, in the slim hopes of resurrecting her. It succeeded, and they were all reunited, much to Athras' relief, even if a few parts of the woman were seemingly... missing.

"Slaanesh has many vices and glories, my little elfling. Fucking mindlessly as the Aasimar do is just one of many, and an act I've never wished to take place in." Victoria kept her gaze on the surrounding forest. Athras snorted softly, crossing her arms as she watched her.

"Never wished to take place in? Come now. The thought has never crossed your mind? Perhaps in the dark nights, when you're all alone.." Athras smirked slightly, nudging Victoria. The woman gazed over at her, her expression unreadable.

"No, my dear, I have never wished to take part in such an activity, nor have I ever taken place in such activities." She turned her attention back to the forest. Athras visibly pouted, turning back to it as well. "But I am aware that you have." Athras could almost hear the smirk, and shuffled her feet.

"Uh, yes. Lots of times. With lots of people. More often than not, it's just me and my hand, though." Athras scoffed, letting herself relax momentarily on the grass.

"You mean like that one time I caught you using my horn?" Athras went a deep red at that, turning her head away, cursing quietly in Elven. After Victoria had died, Athras had taken one of the woman's horns, hoping to craft something out of it should the woman fail to be resurrected, in remembrance. Thankfully, it was not needed, but Athras was always one to experiment..

"I... can we please pretend that never happened? I was experimenting, and I just... didn't know you could... hear me." The woman turned even redder, if such a thing was possible. After a few more seconds, Athras moved a tad closer to her, getting an idea.

"Hear, see, smell... darling, doing it in the cart we were riding in was perhaps not the smartest of ideas, especially with me, the Goliath and the Paladin so close. As for pretending it never happened?" The woman looked over at her with a slight grin, and Athras went still, "Make it worth my while, and we will see."

"I, um...." Athras gulped momentarily before shuffling even closer to her. "Fuck, I want you... this isn't fair." She hissed.

Victoria smirked sardonically, "You want me? And what makes you think you can have me, my dear?"

Athras squinted at her, but shifted closer yet again, "Well, what makes you think I can't, hmm? You said impress me, and I did just that." Athras' voice dropped a bit.