Falconry (Closed for Falconhawke at least for now)

[Bluemage]

A silk-lined basket sits on a small table near the door, with a note pinned to the lining. Inside the basket are what appear to be leather wrist and ankle restraints, together with a blindfold made of incredibly supple leather and padded with silk, and an incredibly old-looking parchment scroll. The note reads:

I have learned that my wayward daughter has found this place, and takes great pleasure in it. I have no objection to her doing so, but I would ask a boon of you who are her new companions. Falcon is perhaps the most innately gifted of all my daughters, but I have failed in her training -- no doubt she has told you of her distaste for her proper duties in life. I am hoping that she may trust you enough to let you do for her what I could not...as you have no doubt already learned for yourselves, hers is a gift that should not be wasted.

The note is signed 'Osprey Goldenwing'

Felix looks more closely at the scroll; on the outside, in an old-fashioned hand, is written "Training the Sylph to the Hunt".

The parchment seems fragile, so Felix use great care in unrolling it. It reads as follows:

The training of a sylph is not entirely unlike the training of any other bird of prey.

A small exquisite miniature in the margin depicts a hooded and jessed hawk, perched on a fist.

The two keys are Restraint and Reward. Bind the sylph, except when you wish her loosed to give pleasure as instructed, and allow her to come only as you direct or allow; in time, if she comes to trust her trainer enough, the sylph will behave as if bound even when free, solely to please her trainer. Blind her to all save the one or ones she is to pleasure, and her very gaze will for hunger's sake become a seduction.

But beware. The sylph, like the bird of prey, will be ruined for the hunt by the use of pain in the training. Reward is the key, and the reward the sylph craves is pleasure.

Two more miniatures, each depicting a naked sylph, bound at hands and feet and blindfolded. In one, a man shoots his cum all over the winged woman's breasts; in the other, a woman kneels between legs bound apart and licks greedily.

Properly trained, the sylph will hunt at command, willingly submit, and do anything within her not inconsiderable power requested by her trainer...who, if care is taken in the training, will eventually come to find himself, or herself, the sylph's owner, body and soul.

Felix smiles softly as he looks at all of this, and chuckles as he imagines waiting for the lovely Sylph girl to return. A low chuckle escapes his lips as he sits back in a large recliner, his fingers playing over the blindfold as he considers how long it might take to wait for the girl to return, so that he can show her just what kind of training he is capable of. He just hopes that this note has been sent with him in mind as the recipient, and that whoever sent it isn't going to be coming back to take her back at any time in the very near future.

[Falconhawke]

Falcon pauses outside the door to the lounge, long enough at least to settle her ruffled feathers. Her mother was never going to give up trying to force her to wax enthusiastic about seducing mortal men, to the breaking of their oaths to loved ones and to their eternal damnation. The seducing part was all well and good...considerably better than well and good, in fact...but she would choose her own partners and her own ways, thank you MOST kindly, Mother!

And Mother's way of breaking down her resistance...making her accompany her sisters on their various missions of seduction, so she could 'see how it was supposed to be done'...all it ever did was arouse her to the point of wing-bating, which probably just helped her sisters with their jobs...that poor man, not an hour ago, moaning in what might have been passion or agony of soul, with his cock buried to the balls in Kestrel's pussy from behind...how he'd exploded into Kestrel at the sight of Falcon frantically wingtip-fucking herself...

This wasn't helping. Determinedly, Falcon settled her ruffled wings and pulled open the door. A stiff shot of Bushmill's, and a sweet romp with anyone and everyone willing...now *that* was the cure for what ailed her.

[Bluemage]

He looked up at her smirking softly as she came through the door into the lounge. His lips curled into a slight smirk as he watched her. He snaps his fingers and the blindfold which had been sitting draped over one palm shot up as if it were alive. It moved like a predatory snake for a moment, and then upon finding its target shot through the air, like some sort of sea predator closing in on a lesser fish that had taken a moment to gather its bearings. His eyes watch as in an instant the blindfold has wrapped itself around the Sylph's head, concealing her eyes from the world outside of her body, not allowing her to glance at the images that were all around the inside of the club. He smirks slightly and ever so lightly catches his bottom lip between his teeth as he watches her like that, already seeming more helpless than he had seen her before.

He brought up his hand and snapped his fingers again. The wrist restraints lifted up and similar to the blindfold shot through the air, slapping themselves around the girl's wrists, and holding them tight together in front of her, stopping her before she has the chance to bring her hands up to remove the blindfold and get a grip on what it is that is happening. He smiles sweetly as he looks forward at her and slowly moves towards her. He smiled once he was finally to where she was, slowly bringing his hand up to trace his fingers along the edges of her wings.

While the thought of speaking dances in his head for a moment, he resists the urge, instead letting the silence build towards her anticipation. His fingers come up, his index finger curling under her chin while his thumb presses against her chin, a gentle and rather weak grip, but one that he is sure she won't struggle. He moves her head up slightly, bearing her neck to him and leans his head forward, gently grazing his teeth over the side of her neck.

[Falconhawke]

Falcon is frozen in place, trembling violently. Had the gentling touch on her wings not come at the precise instant it had, she would have been airborne, blinded or no, bound or no. But she was well and truly caught, now -- just *how* well and truly was a frightening thought. Someone here knew exactly how to capture a sylph. Who?...and why?

Perhaps knowing she was gentled -- *for now,* she tiold herself fiercely, when the spell of those fingers on her wings wore off she was going to show whoever this was just how dangerous it was to underestimate a sylph -- her captor left off her wings...a gentle yet firm touch on her face, her chin, tilting her head up ever so slightly. And then -- Queen of Light, teeth, against her throat, leaving her weak-kneed and trembling with sudden desire.

Was this the opening move in someone's delicious game? She tried to remember who she had seen, in the brief moment befire she had been blinded, but it was no use -- all had been a blur. No matter, though; whoever it was, the thrill of the binding was beginning to shoulder aside her initial panic.

*What do you want of me?* she murmured, her smile equal parts desire and not-quite dissipated fear. Not 'who are you?' -- while she longed to know, there was a marvellous thrill to the secrecy as well. Only 'what do you want of me?' And if it pleased her to do it, well...and if not, she might need to have her French tios redone in the morning.

[Bluemage]

His thumb slowly moves up and brushes over her lips for a brief moment. He was enjoying this situation. He really was. He brings his lips up to her neck for a moment, letting his breath tickle over her skin. He smiles softly and slowly draws his fingers away from her for a moment only to let them dance over her hips. He smiles and brings his lips up to her ear again this time ever so softly nibbling at the edge of her ear. He still had said nothing. He knew that there was something to say, and that there was something that she was waiting for. His breath moves over her ear again and his fingers slowly move up over her sides again and then softly he whispers into her ears.

"Your everything."

[Falconhawke]

Falcon moaned softly. Her captor was male, she thought she could tell that much...and his caresses promised so much. But....he asked so much...she had seen what it meant, to submit...it aroused her so much, but could she do it? She wasn't sure..she wanted to, maybe even longed to, but could she? Damn the bindings on her hands that kept her from reaching for him...slowly, perhaps instinctively, she sank to her knees. *I would know what that means...what will please you, to have from me?* Not 'would', but 'will'...she would do it, she knew. Whoever he was, whatever he wanted, whoever watched and took their own pleasure from her submission. Instinct spoke louder than her will, and whispered to her unimaginable pleasure to be given...and, please the Queen, received. *Please, tell me...*

[Bluemage]

With a snap of his fingers the bindings that had kept her hands together loosened slightly, giving her a little bit more movement but not freeing them. She had willingly sunk to her knees when he had demanded 'everything' from her, and from what he had read in the parchment the reward vs punishment system for training a sylph was about bindings and pleasure. He was willing to loose her bindings to reward good behavior. He also knew that at the first move she made to take off the blind fold he could bind her wrists again. He looked down at her for a moment more before he spoke softly, "I hear that you have many talents. As you're on your knees perhaps we should start there." His eyes watched her closely, paying attention to every movement that she made, "Show me what your talented little mouth is capable of." His tail slowly curled behind him as he smirked softly, watching her ever so carefully. He smirked as he thought about the situation that he was presenting her with, "No hands."

It was obviously a command and an interesting one. He had given her enough freedom to use her hands, and then with a word had removed that freedom, had told her that the use of her hands was, at least for the moment, forbidden. He knew that she had a puzzle facing her, as he was still wearing his pants, and as he doubted that she had enough control over her wings to be able to deal with such a thing with them. It would be interesting to see how she attempted to solve this problem.

[Falconhawke]

Falcon frowned, puzzled. The rustle of fabric told her that her captor was not naked, and the wicked chuckle lurking in the depths of his voice intimated that he was leaving it to her to deal with the situation. Slowly, she reached out with her wings and encircled him -- of course, her wing-tips weren't prehensile, the finest motor control she was capable of was that necessary to stimulate herself or another -- but tactile sensitivity was something else again, and perhaps this way she could at least learn what barriers there were between her mouth and the waiting feast. And manage a bit of fondling, without disobeying the command not to use her hands...how was it, that she was finding such a thrill in being ordered? First Warr and Angel, now...whoever her captor was...she was a huntress, she was a predator, but something in her thrilled to watch the submission of others, in the lounge, and to be an instrument of pleasure for others. Had her captor noticed that?...she shivered, giddy with the potential of it all.

[Bluemage]

His tail slowly curled around his body, and gently traced up from the space just above her breasts up her neck and under her chin. He chuckled softly as he looked down at her, knowing that she was struggling with her helplessness and her desire to do these things. He knew she was also struggling with her need to be a bird of prey and her desire to be taken control of like a simple pet. He chuckled as he looked at her for a few more moments and then spoke very softly again, "I don't think those wings are going to be enough." His chuckle came out again. He still wasn't sure how she was going to deal with his jeans. It would be interesting to see her rise to the challenge.

[Falconhawke]

Falcon's wing-tips found what they sought, stroking a delightfully- formed ass...and definitely feeling a waistband, pockets. Jeans, probably, chgris was the only one she had ever seen in the lounge in formal wear, and if he took it into his head to dominate her, the sylph seriously doubted he would do it this way!
Slowly, Falcon leaned forward, discovering with her soft full lips that her guess had been accurate. She ran long, slow kisses all over her captor's groin, smiling to herself as she felt the rising bar of heat within. Single button, zipper...for a moment, she tugged at the fabric around the button with her teeth, but with no way to brace the button against her pulling, nothing at all useful happened. But the air was filling with male musk, and she was going to lose control herself in very short order uless she figured something out...
Perhaps the zipper? She found it easily enough with her teeth; it took a minute to work it down, but once it was down she set to work with a will. Silk bulged out through the opening, and between *very* careful use of her teeth and some dextrous tongue work, she soon found herself licking everything she could reach of a turgid cock. Alternating firm strokes with gentle, she licked and kissed and nibbled -- soon, if she was any judgr, the head of his cock would be emerging from the waistband of his jeans, and then there would be pre-cum to taste. And surely he would then realize how silly it was to keep her hands bound, and she would be able to bare him and take all of him into her mouth...

Wait a minute -- was that a TAIL?

[Bluemage]

He smirked softly as he looked down at the Sylph. It seemed that she was having trouble with the the button, but once she had moved her lips down to find the zipper, he chuckled again. Her solution was an interesting one. It seemed that her goal was to free as much of him as possible, even if she couldn't manage to free him of his jeans completely thanks to the fact that she had trouble with the button. He thought about this for a moment. There had to be something that could be done, something that he could give her that would allow her enough action to move forward.

He snapped his fingers again, the binds on her wrists loosening a little bit more. His eyes watched her face closely. He spoke up softly, "One use of hands, and one use only. Chose wisely."

[Falconhawke]

Falcon was so stunned that for a moment, she could not move -- and for a moment after that, she seriously considered using her one permitted use of hands to rip off her blindfold, to confirm what her wildly pounding heart was telling her...but, no, that would go against the spirit of the game. And it was, of course, just a game...wasn't it?
Lower lip caught firmly between her teeth, Falcon swiftly undid the button of her captor's jeans; unsure where he would draw the line defining 'one' use of hands, she quickly slid her hands inside his underwear and jeans and began to work them down, her mouth eagerly waiting for his cock to spring free at last. She could smell it, could nearly taste it, could imagine it growing and throbbing in her mouth.

[Bluemage]

He smiled at the way that she had used her fingers to deal with the button. That had been exactly what he had been expecting, exactly what he had known that she would do. When she suddenly moved forward though, pushing her hands inside of his jeans to deal with them and what was hidden beneath them he snapped his fingers again, causing the wrist bindings to come together, and causing her hands and those grabby little fingers of hers to slide over his hips, unable to grip at him enough to pull at anything. He chuckled softly as he looked down at her for a few long moments, "Little miss grabby fingers...I believe I only allowed you one use of your hands." He was sure that she would whimper and whine. He was sure that she would consider voicing a complaint, and knew that she might even go so far as to actually say the words.

[Falconhawke]

A whimper rose in Falcon's throat -- so close to tasting, and now helpless again! *Don't you want my mouth on you...master?* The word made her shiver; she wasn't even sure she was supposed to be using it yet, but it felt right, it felt exciting. *To come in my mouth...or be made ready for someplace else?* Damn, she should have used her one use of her hands to start masturbating, this was going to drive her insane! Carefully, hoping he wouldn't notice, or at least wouldn't forbid if he did notice. Falcon began rubbing her thighs together, seeking relief for the throbbing ache growing there.

[Bluemage]

He looked down at her, being able to see her disappointment without even having to see her eyes which were still covered by the blindfold. He brought his hand up slowly, and gently placed his hand over her head, his palm resting on the crown of her head. He looked down at her for a few more long moments considering the question carefully. Of course that had been his goal, but if she was giving up on it being possible so quickly, so easily, then perhaps she wasn't ready for such a thing. His fingers danced over the side of her face for a moment as he looked at her.

He had noticed her rubbing her hips together, but had done nothing to stop her. It was actually an encouraging fact to know that she was struggling so much to keep her own arousal in check. He smiled softy and then spoke up, "I told you that for the moment I'm interested in the skill of your mouth, not your hands." He looked at her carefully, "If that is all the skill and determination that you have...are the rumors that I've heard exaggerated?" His fingers finally left the side of her face. He let the question hang in the air. It seemed less like the question that had been asked, and more like an order to attempt to meet and exceed his expectations.

[Falconhawke]

**exaggerated?!?!?** Falcon's eyes narrowed under the blindfold, but the smile she turned on her captor was pure blinding sexuality. *Not at all, master,* she purred. *But using my talents to pull down your jeans, when I could be using them to pleasure you...it's like using a Stradivarius to pound the nails for a stage for a maestro to play on.* Gently, she closed her teeth around the swollen cock, through the silk that had re-swathed it. *But if you insist...*

[Bluemage]

He chuckled softly as he looked at her for a few more moments. He brought his hand up again, tracing his fingers through her hair for a moment, his eyes watching her closely for every single reaction. He chuckled a little bit while he continued to watch her. She seemed incredibly eager to get things going. He took a few long breaths as he looked down at her and then spoke softly, "Well...if you can't deal with things like my clothes with this 'ultra talented' mouth of yours, then just how talented can it really be?" He was sure that if she really wanted to she could find a way of stripping him of his remaining clothes with nothing but her mouth. All she had to do was really really want it.

[Falconhawke]

*I'm sure there are Strads that make incredibly talented hammers, at least for a few strokes...* Falcon muttered under her breath. He enjoyed frustrating her, that was plain...was he laughing at her? The way some of her sisters did? No...he wouldn't do that, surely not. She couldn't be imagining the gentleness in the fingertips that caressed her face...no, he must really, truly want to see what she could do.
But would she submit that easily? Or make him work for what he wanted? She smiled, ever so slightly. Work, no...she wanted to pleasure him, truly she did. But sweat...yes, he should sweat a little. Need what she had to offer him, not just expect it.
Slowly, she began mouthing his stiff cock through the silk of his boxers, her licking and his pre-cum moistening and darkening the thin fabric. *Hold still, then...master...this will feel so much better for you when you're completely hard...and I'm going to take my time with that.*

[Bluemage]

He looked down at her and narrowed his eyes. She was teasing him. She was playing with him, trying to get him to give in. He wasn't going to give in that easily though. He sighed softly as if he was disappointed or let down. He let his fingers slide away from the side of her face, "Are you sure you aren't stalling because you're worried about not meeting expectations? " If he taunted her a little bit more she would probably eventually give in. Then again, he wasn't quite sure how long it would take for her to break down and do what he knew she wanted to do. If she continued to try and keep the upper hand, he might have to show her just who it was who was in charge in this little scenario.

[Falconhawke]

Arrogance in a man could be intoxicating...sometimes. *I have nothing to worry about...you, on the other hand, have the temporary advantage of a predator.* She kissed his cock through the silk, long, slow, hot. *You might want to at least consider...asking nicely.* This WAS just a game...yes?

[Bluemage]

He chuckled at the suggestion to ask nicely. That was not something that he really needed to do. He considered snapping back to her about rank and standing. Instead he didn't. There were easier ways to get what he wanted. He brought his hand up and gently traced his fingers over the side of her face for a few long moments, his eyes settled on her face. She was going to continue to tease him. He wasn't given the ability to deliver strict punishments on her, so he was going to have to start being creative.

"Really? That's a pity. I had been thinking about pushing you over a table later and pounding your little Sylph body until you begged for mercy, but I'm afraid that if I have to ask nicely it might just ruin the whole mood." This seemed like a suitable lesson. He was sure that what he was suggesting was exactly what she wanted, and he would set a precedent with this hypothetical situation. He'd show her that he wasn't interested in asking nicely, nor was he particularly interested in having to ask more than once.

[Falconhawke]

Falcon quivered like a plucked harpstring. To receive exactly what she had longed for, exactly the way she had wanted it?
Her teeth made short work of the jeans, though she could have wished them a little less tight...the silk needed more care, especially since she had to stretch it over a by-now-weeping erection, but finally it, too, was around his thighs. Slowly, she took one ball in his mouth, sucking gently, swirling her tongue around it, craving the taste of him. And then the other...*is this good, master? Does it please?*

[Bluemage]

It seemed that something that he had said had struck a chord with her and suddenly she was all too eager to participate in the action. He looked down at her as she dealt with his jeans and then attempted to deal with his boxers. It actually made him quite happy to know that all of her teasing had resulted in his boxers becoming more difficult a task than she had hoped for. He was glad that she had to struggle with that, even if it meant it would take a little bit longer for his pleasure to find him. It was worth it to teach her a lesson about how she shouldn't tease her master, and at the moment, he was most definitely her master.

He looked down at him as she asked so hopefully if he was pleased. His fingers trailed over the side of her face for a moment. He chuckled softly and spoke up softly, "I heard that you were so talented...that you could bring men to the heights of heaven with a single touch of your tongue..." His fingertips trailed through her hair for a few long moments as he looked down at her. It was time to start some serious teasing of her, just to see how much she was willing to do in order to rise to the occasion.

"I heard that you were desperate to please people in any way that they could imagine, but then you decided to tease and deny me. I heard that there was very little that you love more than to drink down the cum of those men that asked you for pleasure, but the girl I saw moments ago seemed more interested in teasing than pleasing..." He let out a sigh that rang with false disappointment, "Perhaps they were lying to me after all when they said that all I would have to do was suggest it to you and you would drop to your knees and swallow me whole...maybe you really don't want it..."

It was a challenge. A challenge to prove that she really did want him and in oh so many different ways.

[Falconhawke]

Tears sorang to Falcon's eyes, quckly caught by the blindfold. *Master! -- some men are more pleasured by the teasing, than by the needing...help me, master, guide me, tell me which way pleases you most.* For truly she did want only to please him --- the moment she gave him his orgasm, her own world would dissolve in white-hot pleasure. *Only tell me what pleases you...all I want is to please you...*

[Bluemage]

He looked down at her as she seemed to struggle so desperately with what she wanted to say, what she wanted to do. She seemed to want to give him everything that she could at once. He smiled softly as he looked down at her and then slowly brought his tail up, sliding it up the side of her neck and under her chin. He looked down at her face for a few more long moments and then spoke up softly, "Beg me to let you use your greatest talent to bring me pleasure." The begging would be enjoyable and it would give him a hint as to whether she was best on her knees with her lips wrapped around a cock, or if she was best with some other talent.