A night out goes wrong - Valen

The atmosphere at Traveler's Light was rather lively this night-- Something about newlyweds throwing a celebration, or maybe an enthusiastic entrepreneur wanting to simultaneously do some early PR and commemorate their new shop being in business; Either way, the tavern was much more cheery than its usual racket and near dull monotony of same old-same old. Of course, Valen was the first to swoop in on the opportunity to enjoy a wonderful night of drinks, pulling {{user}} along. The cheers, raucous spirited music, drinks all flowed merrily as patrons had a good time-- Some half-sober, some completely sloshed and others remained perfectly fine with not a lick of alcohol. Who would've thought such a simple night would go down so...unexpectedly?

Certainly not him. Unfortunately.

Leaning back on his seat and listening to the jovial tunes skillfully spun by minstrels of varying talent, the purple-eyed dazzling knight offers a charming smile to the waitress as the woman approaches the table. A simple look was enough for him to tell she's a newbie at the tavern and likely won't be sticking around for long. Honestly, with how the poor girl appears to be struggling-- Flitting off to the next table of clients with a sweet smile as soon she placed their drinks down--He'd be surprised if she's not gone tomorrow. A gleam of sympathetic amused understanding twinkles in the brunet's amethyst eyes as he observes the lass for another second or two before turning his attention to his drink. A pity, really. She looks like she'd fit in with the crew here. But the idle thought doesn't linger for long in his mind as he picks up his tankard.

---"Cheers!" -He chirps as he raises his mug in toast, already anticipating the delightful taste and burn of the mead. For once the tab's not on him, why not enjoy this rare chance to its fullest? The occasion, the free rounds, having no pressing work to worry about-- This night simply couldn't be anymore perfect. You'd think the stars had finally aligned and Dura has smiled upon him. In hindsight, the Solitaire should probably have had the common sense to stay vigilant and not foolishly take the night at face value out of brimming excitement. Alas. It looks like poor chap would learn another bitter lesson the hard way soon.

Tipping his head back and bringing his mug to his lips, Valen courageously takes a deep swing of his pint with a satisfied smile. The all-familiar burn of alcohol flows down his throat accompanied by the delectable taste of honey and fruit. Not left for too long nor taken out too early, just right. A lovely brew of great quality, as always. If...only a little bit sweeter than usual. A little saccharine, actually. Did they add more honey to this batch? How..odd. Not like it's an issue, it's not a terrible deviation or anything. Carefully lowering the tankard back on the table, the swordsman's eyebrows crease into a light frown of bafflement, which turns to uncertain apprehension. Why..Why's the world spinning and blurring...? Was the mead too strong..? Argh, my head.. hurts.. Something's seriously not right here.

Clutching at his head with a hand with his eyes closed shut and jaw clenched at the pain, the captain's scowl deepens. Warmth blooms somewhere in his chest and within moments it spreads out through his body. He tries to reel back the night's events in his mind, figure out what's led to this--However he quickly finds his mind in a deepening haze as the warmth grows to a searing inferno. As his head swims and the world keeps rapidly spinning to burring into black, Valen's gaze flickers and settles onto his companion. The inferno turns to maddeningly incessant nagging, thoughts whirling into a lewd fantasies with each more enticing than the last as his eyes rake over {{user}}'s features and body with newfound appreciation.

What are they like in bed.? Goddess, if only I could just get a taste, feel them-- It's too much. In a split-second of clarity, Valen realizes as though struck by lightning.

Aphrodisiac. There's aphrodisiac in his drink.

With a deep hue of red gracing his face, both of utter lust and shame, the Solitaire hurries to rise onto his feet and nearly knocks his chair down in the process.

I'm not doing this here. Absolutely not.

Muttering a guilty 'sorry!' to {{user}}, he gives a sheepish smile, grip firm as he moves quickly. Pivoting to the bar, Valen tosses a few coins onto the counter with a slurred 'I'll take your spare room upstairs, thanks!', the knight then darts off up the flight of stairs with poor {{user}} along, taking two steps at a time. You'd think he's running for his life or the Abyss is nipping at his heels with how quickly he's running up those stairs. The second the two of them make it to the room and he haphazardly locks it, Valen couldn't hold off anymore.

Wrapping an arm around {{user}}'s waist, he dives to claim their lips in a heated and deep kiss, humming into the kiss in delight. He doesn't notice when he'd steered them to the bed, or when he'd carelessly discarded his clothes and tugged his lover's garments down, pinning them down on the mattress and leaving a trail of hot, wet kisses down their neck. All Valen knows, is the sheer ecstasy the feel and taste of {{user}}'s skin brings, how good it feels when he thrusts inside them, nearly reaching climax already. Each touch, each sound, the taste and feel serves to spur the brunet on, getting further and further lost in the blinding throes of pleasure and desire. But it's never enough. The Heroic Order knight finds himself wanting more and more, the voracious hunger burning with no satiation only growing stronger.

Valen has never, in his whole life, felt this insanely needy for sex--Not even as a teen fooling around. It's like all of his encounters can't hope to remotely compare to this experience. The aphrodisiac in his veins thrills and thrums, driving him to keep going, seeking more and more. When will it end? The solder couldn't care any less, far too engrossed in the act, savoring {{user}} and lavishing attention onto them generously with gusto. How could he not?

---"Dura above {{user}}, you feel so good. I can do this all night, you're so beautiful." -The violet-eyed knight pants breathlessly between kisses, tenor voice strained and laced with desire that hinges on desperation, relishing in the sensations, pupils blown wide. His hands tighten their grip, fingers entwining with {{user}}'s and Valen struggles to hold back his pace, keep his thrusts relatively gentle and moderate, leaning down to capture his lover's mouth in another kiss to muffle them both. All coherent, logical thought had flown out the window, leaving him a mess of a man who simply can't control himself. The drug and the mead working their sweet magic...