18+ WELCOMING PARTY!

[happy_sensei]

There's balloons everywhere! Noise makers, champagne, food, and loud music, it's a fanfare party like never seen before and EVERYONE IS INVITED~!

Welcome to the good ship Friendly Relations! We'll be departing on our pleasure cruise through time and space for however long our glorious space emperor deems appropriate! So enjoy the party, kiss a friend, look out for the strange 18+ orgy ball rolling around, it's the Relation Ship!

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[haerdalis]

"You never know, perhaps I'd find them equally as dashing." Haer'Dalis chuckled, toying with the top of his bottle between two fingers. He wasn't exactly the most bisexual tiefling on the planes, but when many of the entities you might take as a lover were so alien, you don't always become so choosey about genders. In Daisy's case, he had more than enough reason to find her exceptionally attractive, but that could possibly apply to many of the Spartans. He suspected she had a much more playful and rebellious side than most of the other warriors in her team, so he would probably be quite glad he was meeting her rather than Master Chief.

"Contrary to what you may believe, I find humans to be far from disappointing. Plentiful you may be, but humans are one of the most adaptive and innovative species I have had the opportunity to meet. Perhaps that raw potential is what scared this covenant, because there is nothing quite as fanatical as religious fanatics. At least your war is one I think you can have pride in having fought, protecting your entire race from extinction is a noble cause. I was drafted into a war as pointless and endless as the hells ever are, and yet through that war I learned more than I had in any of my other years of life. War may be hell, but they say that what doesn't kill you makes you stronger and I believe that those who survive war are not merely strong of arm... but of heart." Haer'dalis leaned closer and laid his hand against Daisy's heart... which was also conveniently between her impressive breasts.

He withdrew his hand, but only so that he could wrap his arm around her shoulder. "I think I've learned quite a bit more about you in just a few seconds than I had initially anticipated I'd learn Daisy. So tell me, are you still interested in my procuring a flute for you to play melodies to entrance the masses? And would you perhaps be willing to let me learn a bit more about the intricacies of your heart?" He arched an eyebrow a bit suggestively at that last part, since he had laid his hand upon her heart mere moments before and was subtly implying he could go further but was first and foremost... a gentleman.

[daisy023]

Adaptive. Innovative, instead of imitative. Daisy remembered hearing the same line mentioned regarding humanity in comparison to the Covenant. Who in spite of suffering great losses at times, never once changed their strategies. Sometimes... it seemed humanity was indeed blessed with that same creativity, given the fanatical idiocy of their enemies.

She turned and lowered her blond head to let his hand caress it if he wanted. Daisy had a long, tumultuous life, with regrets and revelations she had told nobody. But she could be proud for what she was doing. Finding a purpose in spite of it all.

Her body slowly moved towards his hand, in turn, almost an invitation to grab them if that hand remained too long in there. When an arm wrapped around her shoulder, Daisy leaned forward until his hand lowered once again. This time, her chest pressed against the hand, allowing it to grope them. At first sight, breasts only appropriate for someone two meters tall. But Haer'Dalis' hand would not be able to grope and hold one massive mound from a massive woman.

"You will have to earn that knowledge. There are things you won't ever know. Out of respect for my friends," Daisy said as she pressed her chest further on, until it mushed against his body. Her blond head leaned against his, "but for a start... I like teddy bears, gardens, and fairy tales."

[haerdalis]

He certainly was tempted to grope and to caress and outright bury his face in her breasts, no matter their size they were still impressive for elf standards. Yet rather than let his hand grope those breasts he slowly let their bodies mesh together into a warm embrace, so that her chest was pressing up against his own, the added height of the bar helping Haer'Dalis be at the proper height so his face wasn't buried in her bosom. He let both arms slip around her, and hold the strong beautiful woman warrior in his arms, feeling... perhaps the first sparks of love? It was hard to say... but she was certainly the kind of woman that inspired bards like him, and their physical attraction seemed to be mutual in this instance.

"Ah my lovely flower, it seems that while the secrets of your heart may be kept tightly within your breast, the secrets of the body long to be uncovered. One could say I am a living fairy tale, a gypsy and a wanderer of the planes of existence themselves, and sometimes my heart yearns for things I know I can never have. Tell me my dear flower, aren't you the slightest bit concerned about the idea of being pollinated by this buzzing little bee? Because given the chance, I would leap through the fires of hell just to caress your fair skin, and to kiss your tender lips." He kissed her neck rather than her lips, planning to slowly tease her and work his way up to that so he might be able to convince her to take them somewhere a bit more private.

It seemed odd in some respects, but he sort of fancied the idea of her sweeping him off his feet. Perhaps it was because she was two feet or so taller, stronger, and in his mind, a knight in shining armor. She probably would never be able to dispel him of that particular fantasy.

[daisy023]

Daisy's breasts pushed against his chest, pressing and mushing up. She arced her waist towards him as his arm wrapped around her. Either on a show of attraction or domination, Daisy leaned her forehead onto his, hiding her surprise at the fact he didn't grab her -- and halfway satisfied she tried establishing that dominance at first.

She extended her neck to her lips. Her right hand combed his silvery hair, and her left held him tightly, "I make my own fate. I've long since decided that," she said, "but I have no intention of making a family yet, if that's what you're asking.... I wouldn't be a good mother."

The amazon slowly stood up, breasts grinding upwards, pressing against his upper chest, then his neck, and finally his mouth and chin.

"But who's saying who's pollinating who?"