Adair only had one client tonight, a customer who left satisfied early in the evening, so the young Auri man is free to do as he wishes. He stares at his jade, wishing he felt as content as it looks - wishing his heart didn't ache. With a sigh Adair reaches for his drink, a bottle of whiskey, welcoming the burning sensation as he downs a mouthful. He leans back, eyes closed, as the warmth from the alcohol spreads to his limbs and eases the aching in his heart. Another burning swig of the booze and he opens his eyes again, are there more stars than before? No, his vision must be starting to blur. He looks at his little jade again as tears prick his eyes. It was a gift from Violet. Once she learned how dearly he loves growing things she had wasted no time in bringing him a little potted plant for his room. He misses the green of his home in Coerthas, but the never-ending winter left him with nothing but harsh cold to return to. He used to check for news of the state of his former home daily, then weekly, until he finally gave up hope spring would return. A blink and a tear falls. The room spins as he lays back against the stone wall of his bay window, drifting off with the bottle of whiskey still in his hand.

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A young man struts down the hall, a satisfied bounce in his step. Violet leans against her door’s frame as she watches him go. Her perfect smile makes her cheeks ache. The man glances back as he nears the end of the hall, flashing her a smirk. She blows a kiss and gives a flirty little wave, and he's gone. Finally. Violet retreats into the privacy of her quarters, closing the door with a gentle click, and immediately stomps in frustration, fuming to herself "What a selfish boy!" The cocky young man hadn't given a single care about her enjoyment the whole night, letting Violet do all the work while still demanding more. Sure, he paid well, but she was left with a lack of release that made her want to scream. The Viera ignores her lingerie strewn about the room and the bed sheets in need of care, and stomps directly to her bath to run a hot shower. The warm water quickly soothes her stress and she can feel the tension falling out of her shoulders. Her hands wander across her body, easing the crave for sensation. She pauses when she reaches her most sensitive spot. Yes it'd feel nice, but she has a perfectly good boyfriend down the hall. She hurriedly finishes cleaning up and throws on her favorite silk robe, and trots down the hall to Adair's room.

------- Violet doesn't knock, instead barging in with a dramatic sigh. "Uuugh, Adair you would not believe this guy!" The Au Ra is still fast asleep at the window. Violet’s fluffy little tail twitches in annoyance and she storms across the room to grab the man’s shoulders, giving him a shake. "Adair!" He startles and there's a clatter as he drops his whiskey bottle. His long scaled tail flicks alert and his jade plant wobbles percariously close to the edge of the windowsill before settling safely – though missing a couple leaves. "Wha's wrong?!" he slurs, voice groggy and slowed by the drink. His head throbs as he sits up, the room tilts and he clutches his head. "Woah." Violet laughs, "Twelve, you're in a right state." She grabs Adair's hands and pulls him up. He wobbles but she catches him, her robe falling open in the front as she wraps her arms around the man in her attempt to steady him. The rough fabric of his cheap shirt feels intense against her sensitive breasts. She presses closer. "We could both use a good fuck,” she breathes as she runs her hands through his jet black hair, “What do you say, baby?" The only sound from Adair is a small groan as his head throbs from so much drink. Not waiting for an answer as Violet pulls him into a deep kiss.

The room is spinning, but Violet's warm kiss tastes of mint that cuts through the drunken haze and steadies Adair’s mind. He obediently pulls her close, one hand teases the base of her tail, "Mmn, did your customer leave you wanting?" "Gods yes" she moans, almost a whine, "but you can fix me up, can't you baby?" His forehead pressed against hers, Adair gives his slurred answer, "You know I will." Violet giggles and bats her long eyelashes playfully. Of course he will, she thinks to herself. She taught him well. Her perfect plaything. She breaks the embrace and perches confidently on the side Adair's bed. Her lavender robe does little to cover her. Adair kneels before her, like a knight before a queen, and spreads her knees to close the small distance between them. He cranes his neck to meet her lips in a kiss. His hands wander up her soft thighs and she throws her head back, her puffing out her chest and giving a little wiggle that makes her breasts bounce. Adair takes the hint and catches a nipple in his mouth, a hand coming up to tease the other. Her hands grip his bed sheets at her side as he rolls his tongue over her sensitive skin, her breath hitching as he gives her a playful bite and pinch at the same time. Impatient, Violet grips Adair’s horns and pushes him down to her most sensitive place, her legs spread wide to accommodate his horns.

“Nnng!” Adair winces in protest at the unwelcome grip. She knows I hate it when she does that.

He takes her clit in his mouth without hesitation, sucking and caressing the firm bud. The taste of her desire mixes with the florals of her scented soap and he loses track of the world around him. Her body shudders, and he immediately stops, refusing to keep her in that orgasmic high like she taught him.

Violet whines pittifully, “Wha-” but is cut short as Adair pushes her back onto his bed and pulls a trembling leg over his shoulder and straddles the other, seating himself firmly between her legs. His cock is still within him, an effect of the drink. Violet notices and between heavy breaths she quips "Baby, don't you want me?" Adair answers by pressing his slit against her own, grinding his scaled body against her heat. She lets out a loud moan that could easily be heard in the street below through the open window. The overstimulation on her tender flesh is almost too much, but she craves more and wantonly grinds against him. As he rolls his hips into her soft warmth, Adair's body finally responds. Violet feels the head of his cock, firm and hot, rub against her dripping opening.

He slips a hand between the two of them and Violet’s body shakes as he teases her clit. She can feel him growing, the enticing ridges of his blue member pressing into her, as she writhes under his touch. In a moment he's filled her up. She hisses in pleasure, intentionally squeezing him and eliciting a hiss of pleasure from the man.

"Yesss, baby~ just like that."

Adair’s head bobs to the side and he nearly loses his balance, tightening his grip on Violet’s raised leg to steady himself as the room shifts. He places sloppy kisses along her ankle and leg as he begins to thrust into her – erratically at first, then losing himself to a strong rhythm.

Violet’s breasts bounce with his movements as she writhes atop a pool of lavender silk. Her large bunny ears, normally standing proud, fall limp as ecstasy overtakes her again with a moan. Through her bliss she catches a look at her boyfriend, cheeks flushed blue, his mismatched eyes nearly closed as he nears that same edge.

His eyeliner is smudged… She thinks idly to herself.

Once he comes down from his orgasmic high, Adair loses all his strength and collapses on Violet eliciting an ungraceful “Oof” from the woman.